From Kansas to Kenya 

I am chapatis and sweet smuggled sausages

Wearing red, black and green

 like peppers,  olives and flags 

Im a self proclaimed foodie and a big eater

And frequenter of the bolivian deli

 where raw lumps of meat hang like Chandeliers 

I am from farmers markets and dirty gravel roads

With dragon fruits, cactus pears and Cow stomach soup 

I do all this in fluffy hand stitched dresses

On a too-high cacti porch ( of doom)

Where I learned I learned bake pie and ice tea